It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Soham and the others had gone for a movie but I had stayed back to complete Tanya’s birthday gift. Her birthday was in another two days and the oil painting I was gifting her was still incomplete. She absolutely adores art so why not gift her an oil painting of the two of us made by the most talented of all, Trisha Shetty.
Haha, as if.
But she does know that I don’t paint for just anyone. I paint only for people who mean a hell lot to me. And yes, I love that girl to death.
Plus, making a gift for someone was so much more worth than simply buying one.
So there I was in the living room of my house, wearing a jersey that once belonged to Rohit which was so huge for me that it fell from one of my shoulders and hot pink sweatpants. My hair was tied messily
